Rough Draft

I got back my additional maths and elementary maths test back today. I failed both, and though I don't really hold that particular maths teacher in high regard, what she said struck me. "I'm disappointed."

Yeah, a month more before the mid year exams offically starts. Less than two months and I'll be taking my chinese O's. The chinese teacher said, "I can see your A1 or A2, slipping out of your grasp slowly, becoming a B3."

I could just imagine one month later, my parents would be shaking their heads and say, "We told you what you acheived last term was just a fluke. You just can't make it, can you?"

Oh, the curse of the 'O' Levels.

Frankly, sometimes I just want to give it all up. I can't seem to find the motivation to study when I get home. I'd rather pick up the papers and look at recent footballing news, before proceeding to play some tunes on the guitar. It's not that I don't want to, it's a matter of whether I can, or not.

Been sort of moody these days. I've been playing mostly hardcore, metalcore music recently, and the slighest thing irritates the hell out of me. One particular person in class stands out, and I don't know how long it'd take before I explode and just make a bloody mess out of him. Yes, the risk of getting a pink form had been the only barrier between us.

Few people to turn to, cause there aren't many who would listen to me whining about random things. Or you can say, it's kind of hard to understand the recent patch I'm going through. Dude, you gotta get a grip on yourself, or sooner or later, one wrong move and the whole world comes crumbling down.

And yes, when that happens, I expect myself to drown under the bricks of life. You see, I'm no Hercules.